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Chapter 99 Supreme Ruthless Sword Intent: 1%! (Please subscribe!)

It was still a dilapidated temple.

However, it was no longer a dilapidated temple, but a ruined temple filled with dust, some broken eaves and walls, and a large number of bricks and stones.

"————That's how it is. My junior sister misunderstood that my senior brother and I had homosexual tendencies, and she left Ziyun Temple in a fit of anger."

Chen Bohua looked at Shu Yi on the ground with tears streaming down his face. Shu Yi was no longer a woman with both male and female bodies, but had been restored to her female form due to death.

Zhao Zheng nodded. The story of Shu Yi, Chen Bohua, and the deceased senior brother was not actually that complicated.

Simply put, it's the story of a woman with a deep-seated jealousy and her two childhood friends who grew up together.

Generally speaking, it's fine, but who made Shu Yi so jealous? She subconsciously thought that her two senior brothers were not only in cahoots, but also likely in bed together.

This led to a series of misunderstandings, which eventually resulted in Shuyi leaving Ziyun Temple, and ultimately—this is how things are now.

Zhao Zheng thought for a moment and then moved away from Chen Bohua. According to Chen Bohua's account, Shu Yi was indeed a jealous woman.

But he felt that some things couldn't just come out of nowhere. Thinking of this, he looked at Chen Bohua, who was still shedding tears, and asked.

"May I ask if Fellow Daoist Chen's ancestral home is in Sichuan?"

"Uh—no."

Although Chen Bohua didn't quite understand why Zhao Zheng would suddenly ask this, he still shook his head and answered truthfully.

When he saw that Zhao Zheng was about a meter away from him, his eyelids twitched and he sighed helplessly.

He ignored Zhao Zheng's misunderstanding and continued to look at his lifeless junior sister Shu Yi on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

"Please wait a moment, fellow Daoist!"

After crying for a while, Chen Bohua looked at Zhao Zhengdao and saw Zhao Zhengdao nod before he began to deal with his junior sister's body.

Instead of cremating Shu Yi, he took out what Zhao Zheng believed to be a pill to preserve the body from decay and fed it to Shu Yi.

Seeing this, Zhao Zheng began to dismantle and put away the sealing formations and other arrangements he had set up near the dilapidated temple, which left Chen Bohua, who was carrying Shu Yi on his back with a rope, slightly stunned.

He stared blankly at the three formations, five strange gates, and eight feng shui killing formations that Zhao Zheng had set up near the dilapidated temple at some unknown time.

To be fair, this fellow Daoist's scheming...

"There's no way around it, your junior sister is just too difficult to kill!" Zhao Zheng said to Chen Bohua after dismantling the last feng shui trap he had secretly set up.

Honestly, you have a really nice voice!

Chen Bohua took a deep breath, changed the subject, and curiously asked Zhao Zheng, "May I ask when you set up these methods, fellow Daoist?"

He asked this question mainly because he witnessed the entire process of Shu Yi chasing Zhao Zheng, and during this process, he did not see Zhao Zheng set up these formations and feng shui killing schemes at all.

"It was set up while they were being chased!"

"???"

"Hmm—it's just random placement!"

"???"

"What, you can't do it?"

'

Chen Bohua shut up. He suddenly realized that Zhao Zheng's words were a little too pleasant to listen to, so pleasant that he couldn't stand it and didn't want to listen anymore.

Zhao Zheng didn't pay any attention, and simply said "Let's go" before leading Chen Bohua to the cliff behind the dilapidated temple to find the 384 people.

On the road.

Chen Bohua initially remained silent, but after a while, he couldn't help but ask Zhao Zheng, "Fellow Daoist, aren't you curious about why I didn't die with my junior sister?"

'

Zhao Zheng stared at Chen Bohua expressionlessly. He didn't quite understand why there was anything to be curious about, since it was obvious that Shu Yi had spared Chen Bohua out of consideration for their sect, which was why Chen Bohua hadn't died.

Zhao Zheng didn't understand, but Chen Bohua continued, "The reason I didn't die is mainly because my junior sister took the initiative to sever the Yin-Yang Devouring Dao Fusion Technique at the end—"

Chen Bohua talked on and on, like an old man with no one else to talk to. Zhao Zheng nodded and listened.

"Fellow Daoist, I have something I must say—"

As Chen Bohua was speaking, he suddenly opened his mouth, but before he could finish speaking, he saw Zhao Zheng reach into the abdomen of the great magic image that appeared behind him, grab Shu Yi's soul and hand it to him.

"Give!"

"Thank you very much, fellow Daoist. Thank you very much, fellow Daoist!"

Chen Bohua was taken aback for a moment, then quickly thanked him. Zhao Zheng shook his head and said, "You're welcome," adding a comment as well.

"Next time, speak more directly. Don't beat around the bush. To be honest, your long-winded explanation almost put me to sleep!"

"hey-hey----"

Chen Bohua just chuckled awkwardly, then carefully collected Shu Yi's soul. After a moment's hesitation, he looked at Zhao Zhengdao.

"Fellow Daoist's talent is extraordinary—"

Zhao Zheng stared expressionlessly at Chen Bohua. Chen Bohua paused, then said succinctly, "Cultivating the three paths of Taoism, Demonism, and Buddhism simultaneously is extremely dangerous and terrifying. Please be extremely careful, fellow Daoist!"

"Okay, thank you!"

"----Um!"

Chen Bohua nodded and hummed in agreement, swallowing back the whole speech he had prepared, feeling quite uncomfortable.

go back.

"arrive."

"???"

As Zhao Zheng spoke, Chen Bohua silently stared at the cliff in front of him. The cliff wasn't very high, but he felt that given his current severely injured state, he would likely die if he fell.

Thinking it over, he subconsciously looked at Zhao Zheng, a wry smile on his face saying, "I understand." Zhao Zheng remained silent for a moment before speaking.

"There's a mountain below—"

Zhao Zheng spoke up, but then fell silent because Chen Bohua threw Shu Yi's body aside and jumped down, silencing him.

As Chen Bohua jumped, he said to Zhao Zheng.

"Please, fellow Daoist, spare their lives!"

'

Honestly, you have a lot of ideas!

Zhao Zheng grabbed Shu Yi's body and jumped down, using a powerful downward throw to land first on the cliff face of the cave, catching Chen Bohua who was jumping off the cliff.

Zhao Zheng ignored Chen Bohua, who looked somewhat bewildered because he was still alive, and handed Shu Yi's body to Chen Bohua before shouting something into the cave.

"Your martial uncle is back!"

"Uncle-Master!"

"Jingchu!"

Zhao Zheng did not go to see the reunion of his uncle and nephew. Instead, he went into the cave to check on the corpse-walking Taoist Master Yan and other clients.

The clients' bodies were intact, untouched by poisonous insects while he was away, which made Zhao Zheng secretly think that good deeds are rewarded.

The sight of the three junior brothers, Yun, bound with cloth and barely breathing due to their crippled cultivation, made Zhao Zheng silently reflect on the unpredictability of life.

"Uh, fellow Daoist, I apologize. I was just judging you by my own petty standards. Please forgive me."

Upon entering the cave and seeing Zhao Zheng, Chen Bohua initially looked ashamed. However, after seeing Zhao Zheng smile because of the injuries to his three junior disciples, his expression immediately turned strange.

As for his statement about judging others by one's own petty standards, it mainly stemmed from his initial belief that Zhao Zheng had taken him to the cliff to silence him.

He wanted to silence Zhao Zhengdao because he had witnessed Zhao practicing Buddhism, Demonism, and Taoism simultaneously, but little did he know that he had been overthinking things.

"fine----"

Zhao Zheng shook his head. Just as Chen Bohua was about to speak, he was attracted by the writing on the stone wall next to him, and he subconsciously read it aloud.

"In the mid-autumn of the Renzi year, Ying clan's Zhao Zheng, along with thirteen flying zombies, passed through this place and specially left behind the ruthless sword path and the compassionate sword path —"

Chen Bohua was startled by the four characters "Ying Shi Zhao Zheng" at first glance, but he was quickly attracted by the "Sword Dao of Affection" written on it.

"Those who follow the path of the sword with passion must reach the extreme of passion—to love one person, the sword is drawn as if seeing their smile—to hate one person, the sword falls as if seeing their wound—to protect one person, I will go even if my sword is across a thousand armies—"

As Chen Bohua recited, his aura surged, and a strange energy appeared around him, startling Jiang Jingchu.

"This is a meal—"

As she spoke, Jiang Jingchu, realizing that her martial uncle was experiencing the rarest opportunity for enlightenment in cultivation, immediately covered her mouth.

Looking at Chen Bohua, who seemed to be having an epiphany and was about to comprehend the way of the sword, Zhao Zheng looked bewildered. He didn't mean anything by it, but he just thought—how could this guy suddenly have an epiphany?

Also, shouldn't he be the one with the greatest opportunity?

Just as Zhao Zheng was pondering, he saw Chen Bohua's face, which had been pale due to his serious injuries, instantly turn rosy.

His aura was no longer as weak as before; instead, it exuded a sense of desolation, a kind of inexplicable sorrow like the setting sun and a heartbroken person at the ends of the earth, which made Zhao Zheng feel that he should hand him an erhu.

Clang! Clang!

The sound of two swords being drawn rang out, and the Qiankun Twin Swords on Chen Bohua's back automatically unsheathed and flew into his hands.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Zheng saw Chen Bohua swiftly carve on the stone wall with his twin swords: "In the mid-autumn of the Renzi year, Chen Bohua of Ziyun Temple, through the opportunity left by His Majesty the First Emperor, comprehended the Heartbreak Sword Intent."

Standing side by side, I reached out, but there was no one to listen—at parting, the rain fell incessantly—I awoke with a start, only to find the walls empty—words reached my lips, but no one to hear—I brushed the dust from my clothes, and suddenly, they were gone—

Zhao Zheng no longer cared about the matter of sword intent; he simply widened the distance between himself and Chen Bohua once again.

Observing the sword is like observing the person. He suddenly felt that Shu Yi was not just pure jealousy, but that Chen Bohua's ancestral home was indeed possibly Chengdu!

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

After Chen Bohua finished carving with his sword, he bowed respectfully to the stone wall, which made Jiang Jingchu blink.

"Uncle-Master—you might have misunderstood—"

As she spoke, Jiang Jingchu explained that the two sword techniques on the left stone wall were left by Zhao Zheng, which made Chen Bohua slightly stunned.

After thinking of the thirteen flying zombies, he inexplicably glanced at the thirteen walking corpses that Zhao Zheng had placed in the corner not far away.

Recalling the earlier scene of Zhao Zheng dragging the zombies along and making them fly, Chen Bohua paused for a moment, thinking to himself.

"This... counts as a flying zombie?"

And believe it or not, they really did fly!

However, as Chen Bohua thought about it, another question came to mind: how is Zhao Zheng still alive?

Furthermore, is the Maoshan Sect really that bold as to accept Zhao Zheng as a disciple? And how did Zhao Zheng actually manage to cultivate successfully?

Chen Bohua's mind was filled with countless thoughts, but he quickly expressed his gratitude to Zhao Zheng, saying, "I never imagined that the 'Sentimental Sword Dao' inscribed on the stone wall was left by you, fellow Daoist. Chen Bohua thanks you for bestowing this technique upon me!"

"Have you really mastered sword intent?"

"Hmm? What's wrong, fellow Daoist? You haven't cultivated sword intent yet?"

"....

At this moment, just as at that moment.

Zhao Zheng stared blankly at Chen Bohua, suddenly realizing that he shouldn't have used the Thousand-Pound Drop to land prematurely.

After a while, Zhao Zheng successfully received a gift of gratitude from Chen Bohua: the formula for the Liangyi Tuifan Pill.

"Goodbye!"

Zhao Zheng, who was in a hurry to transport the corpses, clasped his hands in farewell to the two gossipy women and left the cave with Master Yan and the other walking corpses.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao is truly carefree—"

Chen Bohua sighed as he watched Zhao Zheng leave without a word. Jiang Jingchu nodded, but her eyes held a rather complicated expression.

Before long, sadness appeared in her eyes, grieving for the sudden loss of life of her three junior brothers, Yun.

"It's fate, it's destiny. Let's go—"

With grief growing stronger, Chen Bohua unleashed a wisp of sword energy, slaying a poisonous insect that had killed three people, and then spoke.

The two left the cave, and soon Zhao Zheng returned. Don't misunderstand, he didn't come back for the sword intent; he just lost a silver dollar and came back specifically to look for it.

A dozen minutes later, Zhao Zheng, who had found the ocean, frowned as he looked at the words he had left on the stone wall.

"That's strange, why don't I feel anything when I look at the Sentimental Sword Path? Hmm? Could it be that I'm not suited to cultivate the Sentimental Sword Path?"

Zhao Zheng was puzzled. As for the authenticity of the two sword styles, he felt that since Chen Bohua was able to comprehend the Heartbreak Sword Intent belonging to the Sentimental Sword Style, then it must be true.

"Try the merciless sword—"

Zhao Zheng stopped talking. He silently stared at the Sword Intent panel that had suddenly appeared in the Life's Many Faces panel that he had summoned long ago.

【Sword Intent: Ruthless Sword Intent (1%)】

[Introduction: Emptiness is the exterior, stillness is the interior. All beings are the gaps, all phenomena are the blades. The sword is drawn without self, the sword falls without other. Only the sword, only stillness, only stillness, only the sword —]

This image is garbage, completely inaccurate!

Zhao Zheng was indignant. Did he look like someone who cultivated the ruthless sword intent? He clearly had great love and compassion in his heart.

"I understand, there's something wrong with my drawing!"

Zhao Zheng stared expressionlessly at the ruthless sword intent in his sword intent gauge, which had grown to two percent. He then reached out and made a sword finger, stabbing it into the stone wall.

Bang!

A crater the size of a human head appeared, and Zhao Zheng stared expressionlessly at the aura emanating from it.

It possesses the solitude of a supreme detachment, the coldness of a supreme ruthlessness, like the silent observation of the world by the Heavenly Dao, devoid of sorrow or anger, leaving only an ancient indifference, the aura of a ruthless sword intent that freezes the soul and extinguishes all thoughts upon contact.

"—Seems pretty impressive!"

Zhao Zheng raised an eyebrow at the ruthless sword intent that had doubled his attack power, then looked on in confusion, wondering why he also had feelings in his heart.

How come he actually comprehended the ruthless sword path instead!

In his heart, there is not only great love but also personal love. Just like his love for Chu Ruoxi, he always loves her deeply. Isn't that proof of his love?

He has love, and therefore he has feelings. So why can't he comprehend the sword intent of love? After thinking about it, Zhao Zheng felt it was just a matter of time.

Zhao Zheng stayed for another hour, and as he watched the progress bar of the Ruthless Sword Intent increase to five percent, he fell into deep thought.

"Am I truly a heartless person?"

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Zheng stopped worrying and assumed that the diagram was inaccurate. He felt that what he had comprehended might be a combination of the sword intent of emotion and ruthlessness.

Yes, that's right, that's exactly it!

Whoever opposes him!

After leaving the cave, Zhao Zheng headed straight for the small grove at the foot of the mountain where the walking corpses, including Master Yan, were hidden. After breaking the sealing formation, he took out his magic staff and the Three Pure Ones Bell and began to drive the corpses to the nearest town, Huojia Town.

"Three more hours of travel—"

Zhao Zheng took out Master Yan's map from the Five-Colored Divine Light Pearl space, looked at it, and continued westward along the official road they had previously traveled.

"It's three in the morning now, just in time to reach Huojia Town before dawn —" Zhao Zheng looked up at the starry sky.

He took out the formula for the Two Elements Mortal Transformation Pill, which he hadn't looked at carefully, glanced at it, and then curled his lips in disdain.

"No wonder you gave it to me so readily!"

Zhao Zheng looked at the rare medicinal herbs in the prescription with disdain. He had never heard of them before, but that was no big deal. He was rich, and he had Maoshan behind him!

We are not afraid of the so-called difficulty in finding medicinal herbs!

They weren't afraid of the preciousness of the medicinal herbs!

"Speaking of which, if I take another Yang pill from the Yin-Yang Transformation Pill, I should be able to completely forge the primordial spirit that only exists at the Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness realm, right?"

Zhao Zheng looked at the Yang God in his Purple Mansion, who was already comparable to the perfected Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation realm. There are four realms of cultivation. Among the four realms, refining essence cultivates the Yin God, refining Qi cultivates the Yang God, and refining spirit cultivates the primordial spirit.

However, the "refining spirit and cultivating primordial spirit" does not refer to the fact that cultivators can only cultivate their primordial spirit after reaching the "refining spirit and returning to emptiness" realm.

Cultivating Taoism is different from practicing martial arts. Cultivating Taoism begins with cultivating the primordial spirit from the very beginning of one's journey, but it is called by different names due to the different levels of attainment.

For example, when a cultivator reaches the stage of refining essence into qi, their primordial spirit is called the Yin spirit. This is because the cultivator's consciousness has just emerged, and the five yin have not yet been broken, resulting in a mixture of yin and yang, which is why cultivators call it the Yin spirit.

When one enters the realm of Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation and begins to gather Qi to transform into spirit, one breaks through the Five Yin and refines that pure Yang, thus becoming known as the Yang Spirit.

All of the above are clearly recorded in the "Collection of Teachings of Zhong Lü". When one reaches the level of refining the spirit and returning to emptiness, it is what cultivators often refer to as the primordial spirit.

That is, the primordial spirit that leaves the body in many movies and TV dramas is the primordial spirit that is pure yang transforming into pure yin, and the primordial spirit formed by the convergence of yin and yang.

As for the Five Aggregates, they refer to the five aggregates of form, feeling, perception, volition, and consciousness. At first glance, the Five Aggregates may seem a bit confusing, but in essence, they are the mind and nature, which is what the cultivation world often refers to as the Dao mind.

"Hmm? Thinking about it that way, this Yin Yi Pill isn't such a huge stroke of luck. After all, given my current level of Dao cultivation, I can form a Yang Spirit in a few days at most. To achieve that—well, this great opportunity probably saves me two months of arduous cultivation!"

Zhao Zheng pursed his lips. To be honest, he felt that the so-called great opportunity didn't seem that great. However, he was soon attracted by something else.

"Speaking of which, can I now rely on my cultivated Yang Spirit to form a physical body when gathered and disperse into Qi when dispersed, unafraid of the sun and moon, able to travel eight thousand miles by day and ninety thousand miles by night? —"

Thinking about his master's description of the Yang Shen realm, Zhao Zheng decided to find an opportunity to try traveling eight hundred miles a day.

After finishing his thoughts, Zhao Zheng turned back to look at the walking corpse, Daoist Yan, who was following behind him, and another question came to mind.

So what was the original clearance process?

After all, he felt that with Master Yan's cultivation level, Master Yan should, perhaps, be unable to kill Master Shuyi.

"Given the nature of these two gossips—Master Yan should initially be tricked by this Jiang gossip and chased around by Junior Brother Yun, and then—fall into a cave and obtain the alchemy furnace and the alchemy formula—"

"—Then they met—Chen San, Chen Sanba because—guilt—yes, because of guilt, after all, Master Yan's walking corpse should have been destroyed by Junior Brother Yun—then Chen Sanba will definitely take Master Yan to find Jiang Sanba because of guilt—in the end, Master Yan happily obtained the Yin Yi Pill from the Two Elements Mortal Transformation Pill—"

Thinking of this, Zhao Zheng raised an eyebrow. A problem arose: according to this plot, it seemed that Chen Sanba could kill Shu Yi!

"Is this Chen Sanba acting against me? He actually has a killer move he didn't use—oh, a mutual destruction—okay, okay—"

Thinking about Chen Sanba's strength, Zhao Zheng roughly understood what the original plot was. As he thought about it, he raised an eyebrow and looked at Huojia Town in the distance.

The Thousand Faces Talent suddenly told him that there was a small opportunity waiting for him in Huo Family Town, but he would need to stay for two more days.

"A small opportunity? Wait a couple of days?"

Zhao Zheng thought of another question: what would the trip to Huojia Town be like according to Master Yan's original storyline?

Based on the information obtained from the Thousand Faces talent, given Master Yan's kind nature, since the walking corpse sent to Huo Family Town was destroyed, Master Yan will definitely go to apologize. If he apologizes—

Got it, something's going to happen to the Huo family!

Zhao Zheng instantly understood; otherwise, he couldn't believe there was anything that would make the Huo family give up the idea of ​​killing Master Yan.

Furthermore, Master Yan was also fortunate enough to receive a small stroke of luck. He made this judgment mainly because of the destruction of the corpse of Old Master Huo, the walking corpse.

He didn't think anything else could have prevented Master Yan from being unharmed and gaining a small opportunity, unless something happened to the Huo family.

"Judging from this, this Taoist Master Yan seems to be quite a jinx. Wherever he goes, trouble always seems to follow."

Three hours later, August 28th, 6:00 AM, Huo Family Town, Huo Family, Front Yard.

"Sigh, I was wondering why the Taoist priest's appearance didn't match the description in the letter. I never expected that Taoist priest Yan would encounter a zombie—"

The Huo family patriarch looked at the zombie Yan Daoist standing with the other zombies with a sigh, and Zhao Zheng did not answer.

He merely glanced curiously at the somewhat insignificant Huo family estate before him; its architectural style was that of a courtyard house.

That kind of thing.

Seeing that Zhao Zheng was silent, the Huo family head assumed that Zhao Zheng was tired and quickly said, "Master Zhao, you must be tired from your journey of transporting corpses. Someone, quickly take Master Zhao to have a meal and rest."

"OK."

Zhao Zheng did not refuse, after all, according to the rules of corpse driving that Master Tianyi had told him, he could rest at the Huo family for a day.

Actually, he doesn't need to rest. He's neither tired nor sleepy, except for his injuries—well, his injuries will heal on their own.

With his magical power automatically circulating due to the Tai Chi diagram in his dantian, his injuries were able to heal on their own.

The only difference is that the automatic recovery speed is not as fast as the active recovery speed. Apart from that, the zombies also need to rest.

It's not that the zombies get tired; it's mainly to restore their already weak corpse energy. Also, driving corpses in broad daylight can be harmful to their bodies.

A walking corpse is still a corpse after all. Even with the sacrificial rituals of corpse-driving to slow down the rate of decay, it cannot withstand the wind and sun.

Especially in terms of sun exposure and rain!

"By the way, Master Zhao, I have already asked Uncle Qi in town for help with my father's burial. Please bear with me." The head of the Huo family said with an embarrassed expression.

The reason why the head of the Huo family looked embarrassed was that most corpse-driving masters not only transported corpses, but also handled the burial of the corpses after delivery. In other words, they provided a one-stop service.

By inviting his seventh uncle, he essentially relieved Zhao Zheng, the corpse-driving master, of one of his jobs. Thinking of this, he quickly said, "But please rest assured, Master Zhao, you will not be shortchanged—"

"fine----"

Zhao Zheng waved his hand dismissively, pointing to the rising sun and the walking corpses in the sky, and said:

"Mr. Huo, you'd better find me a place to put them quickly, lest they get sunburned—"

"Yes, yes, San Gouzi, quickly take Master Zhao to the prepared courtyard—" the Huo family head hurriedly shouted to the servants beside him.

"Yes, sir!"

San Gouzi quickly agreed and led Zhao Zheng to the side courtyard that had been prepared in advance.

After Zhao Zheng and his group of zombies had gone some distance, Master Huo slowly frowned and said to the butler beside him.

"Could you perhaps discuss that matter with this Taoist priest Zhao? After all, he claims to be a disciple of Maoshan—"

"Master, why don't we wait until Uncle Qi has taken a look before making a decision?" The butler, knowing that his master's question meant he didn't want to, spoke up.

"Um--

The head of the Huo family nodded, then turned his head and looked at Old Master Huo, his father, who was placed in the coffin in the main hall, with a complicated expression. He sighed, "Father, oh Father, I never thought you would leave us with trouble even in your dying moments. What am I supposed to do now?!"

Zhao Zheng was unaware of all this, as he was being led by the talkative San Gouzi towards the Huo family's side courtyard.

"Master Daoist, Master Yan was bitten to death by a zombie. Will he turn into a zombie?"

"Master, can that zombie fly or disappear underground?"

"Taoist Master—"

"Who lives in that yard?"

Zhao Zheng pointed to a courtyard that looked fine at first glance, but he felt something was amiss. San Gouzi looked around and whispered, "That's where Sixth Master lives!"

"Um?"

Zhao Zheng raised an eyebrow at San Gouzi's juicy expression and said, "Tell me the details." San Gouzi looked around and whispered.

"Master, please don't tell anyone I told you this. Here's what happened: about two weeks ago—"

Zhao Zheng listened for a moment and then gave a brief summary: The scumbag Old Master Huo's illegitimate son, Little Six, had come to claim kinship.

Sixth Master successfully survived by virtue of his striking resemblance to Old Master Huo, and was just waiting for Old Master Huo to return so that they could formally acknowledge their relationship. However, Old Master Huo died.

"With the old master dead, Little Six is ​​probably in trouble. He might even be kicked out—" San Gouzi sighed.

Zhao Zheng ignored that and instead pointed to another courtyard, asking, "Who lives in this courtyard?"

"This is where the second young lady lives. Hmm, it's strange, the master didn't even look for her—cough cough, the sun is about to rise, please hurry, Taoist priest!" San Gouzi said, his expression changing.

Zhao Zheng hummed in agreement and didn't ask any more questions. He was just curious about what was going to happen to the Huo family and what the little opportunity was.

Half an hour later, in the temporary morgue in the side courtyard.

"Corpse-driving is such a hassle. No wonder my master always said never to drive corpses—" Zhao Zheng muttered to himself as he finished dealing with the walking corpses.

After checking again to make sure that the talismans for suppressing the corpses were properly affixed and that the lamp oil for suppressing the corpses was enough to burn for a whole day, Zhao Zheng finally left the side room that he had been using as a temporary morgue.

"Master, dinner's ready!"

San Gouzi walked into the yard with a grin, carrying a multi-layered bamboo lunchbox and calling out.

As he spoke, he winked and said, "Old Bao heard you were coming, Daoist Master, so he specially cooked some good dishes for you!"

"Unsolicited kindness is either a treacherous act or a theft!"

Zhao Zheng said something, and San Gouzi chuckled without getting angry or annoyed. He simply put the box on the table in the main hall quickly.

Then, he quickly went to Zhao Zheng, who was about to draw water from the well in the yard to wash his hands, and half-snatched the bucket from Zhao Zheng's hand to draw water.

"Master, Old Bao is a pitiful man. He's over thirty and still doesn't have a son. He wants you to help him see if he'll have a son in his destiny—"

As San Gouzi spoke, he pulled a slip of paper with the birth date and time written on it from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Zheng. Zhao Zheng glanced at the box on the main hall table, took the slip of paper, and looked at it: "It will happen!"

"Really, that's good, that's good—"

"Is Lao Bao your relative? Why do I feel like you're even more anxious than him?" Zhao Zheng asked with a strange look in his eyes.

"He's my brother-in-law—"

San Gouzi pouted, looking helpless yet with heartache in his eyes, and said, "When Zhao Zheng heard this, he frowned slightly and calculated for a moment."

"Try your best in October, if that doesn't work, try again next March, and if that still doesn't work—then accumulate some good karma."

Zhao Zheng didn't speak with absolute certainty, even though he knew when Old Bao would have a child.

However, divination teaches that a single divination should not exceed three parts, and that one should leave three parts of the information unsaid. Revealing everything is actually bad, just as people often say, one should not reveal heavenly secrets.

"Thank you, Daoist Master, thank you, Daoist Master—"

San Gouzi expressed his gratitude with a joyful expression. Zhao Zheng hummed in response. He looked at the water San Gouzi had poured for him to wash his hands, and asked while washing his hands, "You trust me that much?"

"Hehe, Daoist Master, you are quite extraordinary. I think you would never use such things to frame a petty person!" San Gouzi chuckled.

After washing his hands, Zhao Zheng looked at San Gouzi, who always spoke the truth, and after observing his face, he gave him a reminder.

"Change into a pair of worn-out shoes when you go to the fields later!"

"Oh? Okay, okay!"

San Gouzi was stunned for a moment, then his face lit up with joy as he realized his chance had come. Just as he was wondering what to do in the fields, a voice rang out from outside the yard.

"Where are you, San Gouzi? The butler told us to get ready; we'll be accompanying Master and Uncle Qi to find an auspicious burial site for the Old Master later!"

San Gouzi stared wide-eyed at Zhao Zheng with an expression that said, "You're amazing!" Then he responded to the outside and said...

"Master, please eat slowly. Just leave your food here when you're done, and I'll clean it up when I get back!"

"Okay, go ahead!"

"By the way, Master, I've already had someone heat up your bathwater. It should be delivered soon. Please take a bath and then rest!"

Zhao Zheng nodded, watched San Gouzi leave the courtyard, and then went to the main hall to open the box and take out five dishes and a soup.

"This is really good food!"

As Zhao Zheng sat down, he looked at the dish, which was half full of meat. Of course, this was only true for ordinary people at this time.

It was just average for him, but it was quite different for Lao Bao and San Gouzi, especially for San Gouzi. Oh, I forgot to mention, he calculated that San Gouzi was the one who paid for the food.

Zhao Zheng started eating. After he finished eating, a servant brought hot water. However, this servant didn't talk much like San Gouzi. He just exchanged a few polite words and left, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

I messed with you?

Zhao Zheng frowned, thought for a moment, and then he understood. The servant was either jealous of his good looks or disgusted by his zombie clients.

After thinking it over, he realized that the other party was probably jealous of his teacherly aura. After finishing his thoughts, Zhao Zheng began to prepare to take a bath.

Although this side courtyard was clearly only recently renovated, it contained everything that should be there.

For example, a bathtub!

It was a bit dirty, so Zhao Zheng filled two buckets of water and rinsed it again. After rinsing and taking a bath, I changed into a clean Taoist robe.

He started washing clothes, but before he could even finish, his side courtyard became lively. Zhao Zheng's lips twitched as he watched the maids washing his clothes, as well as the maids and servants asking him questions.

He considered calling out the zombies to scare these people, but considering that these people spoke the truth, just like San Gouzi, he decided against it.

At the same time, Zhao Zheng also began to inquire about the second young lady that San Gouzi dared not mention. Unfortunately, not only San Gouzi dared not mention her, but the maids and servants also dared not mention her.

Even before he finished speaking, the maids and servants made an excuse to leave, which made Zhao Zheng mutter with a strange look in his eyes.

"Is it really necessary to be so scared?"

"Of course I'm scared, Daoist Master. You don't know, last time a servant was beaten to death by the master for mentioning the fact that the second young lady was pregnant out of wedlock—" San Gouzi said with a frightened look on his face.

As he spoke, San Gouzi changed the subject, revealing that "you're amazing" expression again, and took out a piece of silver from his pocket.

"Master, how did you calculate that there was silver in that field? Did you tell me to wear worn-out shoes because you knew I'd find the silver when my shoes were worn out?"

"no."

Zhao Zheng shook his head. He made San Gouzi wear tattered shoes simply because he didn't want San Gouzi's good fortune to be shared with others.

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